A couple days ago, something happened at school and I thought I wasn't going to graduate this semester (it's resolved now, by the way). So, I spent a good couple hours crying at school, and then wandered around on Broadway for a while until 7pm before I decided to go home. On my way to the bus stop, a man called out to me.
Man: Excuse me! Excuse me!
*I turn around*
Man: I just wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful and that I love you. Do you understand English? It's OK if you don't. You can just say "no" if you don't understand English. Do you understand English?
*I stare*
Man: I just want to let you know that you're beautiful and that I love you and that I want to marry you. We can get married and go live in China together! So do you understand English?
*I continued staring - blink blink*
Me: Yeah... I understand English... But I don't live in China.
Man: Oh, so where do you live?
Me: I live here.... in Canada...
Man: Oh, well I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful and that I love you and that want to marry you.
Me: Thank you...(?)
Man: Don't forget I love you, OK?
Me: OK...
*Man walks away*
What a lovely man, I thought. So I told Hanson this story, thought that it would make him worry because he has competition. Instead, he goes: "Well you must have been happy to hear that!". Yes, Hanson... because that's what every girl wants to hear... from a stranger on the street with matted long hair.